not anything close to what I had expected. “Uh, I’ve read about multiple personalities, and they don’t suddenly gain super strength or—” I motioned at—his?—slitted eyes. ‘—eyes like a cat.”

He sighed and leaned against the nearby building. The faint aura of predatory menace he’d had about him faded somewhat with the relaxed posture. “I know, although there have been instances of multiple personalities changing eye color when they switched fronters, but, no, that’s not exactly what’s going on with us.”

“Then exactly what is going on with you?” Paul said. He hadn’t relaxed his alertness in the slightest. “And what has happened to Caitlyn? Do you have her…imprisoned or something…in there?” He motioned vaguely in...

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